Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2008 02:38:06 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  112

"Okay, now this is really getting annoying!"  Pare squirmed but the big man
behind him was too strong to break free from. He bent his legs and this
made the man slump a bit but then the man lifted him, laughing. The move,
however, made the spear point come out of Pare's navel, where it was just
sitting as placed there by Dahl. Pare put his legs out as the man and his
own kick off the ground, made him rise up---bodily and penis wise too. Pare
used both is legs to wrap them around Dahl's spear and made it fall from
the lover's hands.

Dahl, in the meantime, was having second thoughts. Pare's body was just too
hot to pierce. And he was so cute too. Dahl was thinking how handsome and
strong Pare was and kicking like this in the arms of a muscle man, it got
him so hard and hot. They were all covered with sweat now, there was so
much killing going on, that made them all hot and bothered. The spear fell
from Pare's legs as the man wrapped his arms under Pare's pits and put his
hands behind Pare's neck.

Pare tried to flip over the man's head and back but the Polynesian warrior
was too strong for him and flipped him so that his feet were back on the
ground. "Well, it was worth a try. C'mon Dahl, you don't really wanna kill
me, do you? I mean, wasn't I the best sex you ever had?"  Pare looked up
from being held by his arms, the man letting go of the neck hold and
grabbing the arms.

Dahl thought about this, "Yes, Makemake."

"Aw make make yourself," Pare said, "And call off the Cinderblock,
willya. I wouldn't wanna have to kill him."

The warrior holding Pare laughed, "As you say, Dahl, I shall break him in
half."

"No," Dahl said, leveling the spear, "I shall..."

"What? Just as we were discussing how good a lover I was?"  Pare gasped.

"Was?"  Dahl asked.

"Am! Am! Still am! C'mon Dahl, don't make me have to kill you, too."

"I...I have to," Dahl was ready to plunge the spear.

"HEL! HELP!"  They heard a youth's voice call.




They all turned, the warrior turning Pare with him. Dahl ran to the youth
calling. The boy was darker than the others but he was as Polynesian as
they were. He had crawled, struggling all the way from the far beach
shore. On his knees, he partly crawled and at times he had to drag himself
as his knees gave out and he had to limp along the ground. Right now he was
on all fours, mostly all threes---his two knees and his right arm. His left
hand...no, wait, what was that under him, Pare wondered. Then it struck him
or at least he wanted it to strike him for under the boy, impeding his
progress was a 12 inch boner, uncurling straight out of its foreskin and
hitting the ground, a long line of slime from its head trailing
behind. With his left hand, the boy was grasping at his own stomach. A
sword had gone through it, right at the belly button. "That's hot," Pare
said. And stared. The particles of his outtie belly button, which was
almost as long as his dick was, were ebbing through his fingers as he tried
to push or hold it all in. "Let..."  Pare raised up both feet and banged
both heels against the warrior's knee caps, "Me!"

And when the warrior bent, Pare stretched down, his own navel popping more
than usual as he struggled and tensed, and put his right heel into the
tender part of the top of the warrior's right foot, behind him. The warrior
gasped and bent and Pare back head butted him, smacking his head into the
man's chin and flooring him. Pare turned and punched the man's massive
chest and then his stomach. He ran to the dying youth and Dahl.

The youth had felt his organs pushing to get out of his sword wound and he
was pushing them all back, knowing the slit that was there, the gaping hole
more like it was playing travel tunnel for his innards and he knew stomach
and intestines were there, ready to travel that tunnel at any moment. For
he felt them in his hand, them bare and his hand bare. It made him doubly
hard. And by mistake, he had tried to push in some of his outtie extended
navel which hung in bits and strings, having been maligned by an enemy's
thrust. Just as he didn't think his dick could get any longer and thicker,
it did. And the dragging it on the ground gave him intense tingling
feelings that made his head line with cum ready to overflow in one giant
burst. He tried to hold it back by using a trick he knew his mates had
used, by concentrating to squeeze his balls from inside and hold the cum
from shooting. He was partly successful because a thick drop of sandy cum
mixed with leaves and dirt, ground out slowly and accumulated on the head,
ready to lead the way to massive shots.

Other natives came around to look at the youth. Pare grew visibly from the
boy's straining to live. Pare's dick reacted like Dahl's did and even the
warrior that was on the floor had--a growing lump under his crotch. As they
all watched, the boy collapsed, his dick under him, making his stomach
uncomfortable and rubbing against his hand and wound. He squirmed as the
pain felt good and burned. Dahl and Pare bent down. Pare got behind him and
held this youth's upper body up. Dahl asked, "Who did this to you, Enj?"

"I don't know...who they were...light skin...light hair, strange
accents. They...they want us to serve them."

Pare looked and removed the Enj's hand from the wound and the boy groaned
loud as his guts spilled a
 bit. Pare put it back. Dahl asked, "What are you doing?"  He waved his
spear at Pare's neck.

"That wound...looks like a bayonet...or British sword...."




"They came in a giant canoe on the water...and they told me they wanted me
to bring a message to you...then one said, take this message and he just
put his sword in my belly birth navel. And hard. They...they will kill us
all or enslave us, they want to live here, our food, our land...they will
be here soon. They cum...cum!"

Pare's dick lounged against the boy's bare back, popping out of his loin
cloth. It cummed against the boy's back and the boy felt the heat of it and
it made him rocket forth huge gobs of gism! "Shit!"  The boy grabbed his
belly with both hands now and tried to hold it in as his dick shot out and
he shook. Pare held him too but this made Pare jerk even more and cum a
rocket load like an upside down waterfall, with the white water rushing
upward, in this case up the nice looking spine of Enj. Enj gave up holding
his belly and grabbed his dick, like it were a sword and heaved it up and
up and up. It fired volley after volley, hitting the solid smooth chocolate
like belly of Dahl and covering it in white streams. Enj felt the pain and
the pleasure and shook, "UH UH...OWWAHAHH !Ugg!"  His stomach inched out of
the hole and his intestines pushed along it for roo m. They both tumbled
out and Enj saw it and got harder and harder and jerked again and
again. Then he limped forward with a series of several sighing death
huffs. When it was over, Pare, doing his own huffing, stopped puffing and
caught his own breath and put his right hand on Enj's bare back. The back
was covered in Pare's Latin love juice, sticking to its creator's hand.

Pare gently put Enj to the side, "Ohh. That was so good."

"They your people?" Dahl leveled the spear at Pare again.

"All right, I've had enough!"  Pare grabbed the spear, lunging forward at
Dahl and putting both hands on it. He took it to him and leveled it into
Dahl's navel, "You wanna follow your pal? They are not my friends and I
don't know who they are. But don'tcha think it'd be better to fight against
them instead of among ourselves? And instead of killing each other maybe
your people can unite to fight against these butchers that have arrived. "

"We have little choice."

"Here they come!"  A young one called out.

Pare yelled, "Women and children retreat to the hills, go as far as you can
and don't stop."

"And we stand and fight, right!"

"No, Dahl, we do not," Pare said, "We hide and watch our enemies."

" What?! I am not afraid to die."

"I'm not either. It's just that I'm afraid to die for no reason. I don't
wanna die because I'm stupid and you and I don't know exactly what these
guys are like..."

"Then go and hide like a woman and an old one....I thought better of
you..."




"Was that before or after you thought about sticking me in my meat hole?"

"Which one?"

"This one!"  Pare yelled and pointed his finger into his navel.

"We fight."

"No, you can't fight these guys in sword fighting. They probably have metal
swords and are too good at it whereas you guys are better with spears and
knives."

"We shall see for here they come."  Dahl pointed his spear which he ripped
from Pare's grasp.

Pare punched him in the jaw and he collapsed. Pare caught him as he fell
and carried him, "Gosh, you're heavier than you look! The rest of you,
undercover!"

Some of the warriors were puzzled. Some followed Pare. Some said, "We not
obey you. You are not our leader. We stand and fight. Kill him if you want
as you have that right."

"I don't wanna kill him, I want to kill them!"

Pare saw them approaching. They were British all right. Many wore red
coats, complet ely open to reveal bare chest and pale bellies, some were
red from sunburn but most were pale and some freckled. They held bayonets
that looked as though they were once on the end of rifles. Rifles were of
no use in this dimension and Pare figured they were disposed of long
ago. "Well, we'll see to it that you join your old rifles," Pare said as he
laid down Dahl behind a huge flat boulder.

"Look at these savages," the commander, a tall lean and yet broad
shouldered light brown haired Briton said, "They kill their own kind like
it was nothing."

"I trust they will give in without a fight?"

There were a few warriors that did not follow Pare back to the rocks. They
threw spears but while two spears rammed into two chests of British men,
the others were knocked away by sword moves. The warriors were undaunted,
however, and rushed at the British men. Pare looked and took a run toward
them and as he did, he rolled, picked up a spear and rammed it into a
Briton bare belly and pulled out as the man fell, belly ripped apart,
stomach bent into soft rolls. Pare banged the head of another British guy,
a gangly blond man and used the other side to rip the guts out of the belly
of another brown haired one who was trying to sneak up behind him. The
warriors rushing at the British men found their spears cut apart by the
expert sword work of the British men, who then moved in on them and f
inished them off by cutting their chests and bellies apart to shreds and
stabbing them right in the heart in various skirmishes. Pare tried to save
a few and he did by yelling, "Retreat, you can't fight them!"




The Commander was slaying every warrior Polynesian around him with gusto
and vigor and then making sure they were dead by shoving his boot into
their ribs to see if they moved. "That's right! Tell them to tell their
people to surrender. They can't fight us! They will be better served by
giving up and working...for me!"

A Polynesian boy was facing a British man. He waved his spear at the man,
who swung his sword and knocked the spear away. The boy raised his hands in
surrender but the British man swung again. Cutting down four guys at once,
by swinging his spear point across their bellies and into them a bit, Pare
then flipped through the air, landing on the British man's shoulders,
downing him and Pare used his spear to stab yet another British man who was
attacking from behind the Polynesian youth. "Thank you, makemake!"

"I am not makemake! Listen to me, get outta here! You can't win against
them!"

"I think we fight at your side."

Sighing, Pare stabbed a British youth in the belly button using the spear
but the youth, in falling, chopped the spear head in half, trying to Pare
but missing. The spear broke in two and Pare20looked at the useless
handle. "I ...you stabbed me...but that is useless..."  The youth fell
slowly, holding his innards in at his stomach.

Pare looked at him but tossed the handle into another attacking British
guy, this one wearing a short cut shirt fashioned from a white button down
shirt of old. It hit the guy's head and the guy fell but Pare, as the guy
fell, grabbed his sword and shoved it into a guy behind that one and jabbed
it into the guy's belly hard.  "Why doesn't anyone ever listen to me! You
warriors, retreat!"

"We will not surrender!"  Another one said.  Just as his hand, with a stone
knife in it, was chopped off by the sword of another British boy. Who
laughed at him as he yelled and grabbed his wrist, and continued yelling
even as that British boy ran his sword into the belly of that same warrior.

Pare yelled, stabbing his sword into three British guys in three quick
flashes, mere seconds apart, "I'm not asking you to surrender, I'm asking
you to retreat for now!"

As he slew more and more warrior, the Commander said, "I'm Captain
Conway. Surrender now and I'll make sure you will not be hurt, killed, or
tortured. You can have a good life as our..."

"SLAVES!"  Pare finished his statement by running another British man
through.

Conway stabbed another Polynesian who bent over in pain and then Conway
beheaded him. "This is the alternative."




The warrior who Pare knocked out before the fight, rubbed his head and
stood up.  Pare grabbed a falling Polynesian warrior and took him under the
arm while jabbing the British sailor who stabbed the kid's side. Pare
killed the sailor and moved back with the boy, one of the only one who was
left alive. A few others ran away. Pare backed off. The warrior Pare
knocked out, got up and saw the Commander's sword at his throat, "I am
known as Kala. I will serve you."

Pare spit, "Figures."  He dragged the wounded boy behind the rock. The
other boy he saved was named Jenga and Pare was glad that he saw Jenga
running away too.

The wounded one looked at Pare, "I die."

"No, you're not gonna die. Not yet anyway, not from this, it's just a bit
at your ribs," Pare told him and held his wound using some of his ripped
loin cloth to do so. This kid has a large outtie navel that hung over the
back of Pare's knuckles and made him feel hard again. "Dahl, wake up!"
Pare called to him, "C'mon, get up, pal."

Dahl shook his head. "Whaaaa?"

"C'mon, we gotta get outta here," Pare said, "Grab one of his arms and be
careful."

"My warriors?


"We have to join them, they're hiding at the statues."

"All of them?"

"No, the others are out there, wriggling to their cummy deaths in the hot
sun!"

Dahl looked out and saw, "They die well."

"Dahl, haven't you been listening to anything I've been saying. Life is
important, at least good life. These guys just wanna take it..."

The young boy that was wounded was helped up by the two. He winced, "I am
Mayo. What this one says is true. They cannot be defeated. But he...he
saved many of us and fought like a demon to save us from them."

"Perhaps he is a demon."

Pare said, "Maybe I am but if we don't get outta here now and join your
other warriors, then we're gonna end up wiggling out our guts in the warm
sand too..."

"Okay, I will follow you. I want to avenge our brothers on these red coated
devils."

"Now, you're talking. Let's move."


Pare helped Dahl move Mayo while Kala collaborated with Commander Conway
and his men, telling them what he could. Conway told him, "Good, you have
done good, Kala, you have earned my respect. But tell me who is that other
one, who fought so well?"

After Pare gathered the warriors behind the Easter Island statues, he told
them to wait. Jenga us ed a plant that Pare found to help heal Mayo's
wounds. While Pare spoke to Dahl about the betrayal of Kala, Dahl began to
realize Pare was on his side. "I understand. These evil men have been
brought upon my people because you killed the sacrifice."

"Oh man, we're not gonna fight again, are we? Cause I hafta tell ya, I'm
energized now and I'll beat ya down, belly first," Pare said, "But I'd
prefer it if I helped you take down those redcoats."

"I do not mean you did it on purpose but it is your duty to slay those
men."

"With your help, right?"  Pare raised his eyebrows.

"Yes."

"Listen, I wanna go find out more about them. That's the smart thing and
then...I promise you, we'll kill em all."

"All?"

"Welllll, if we can, I'd like to keep one or two alive to figure out how to
use their boat or sub if that's what they got...but like I said, I need to
know more about them..."

Night came and Pare returned to the rock where he hid before. He listened
to the British men and Kala talk around the campfire they created. Kala
told the Commander, "The women, old ones, and children will hide in the
desert."  Pare listened, closer then he was to them before.

Conway asked, sitting on a log, watching his20men roasting meat in the
fire, "In the desert? Won't they starve or die from lack of water?"

Kala smiled, "My people all know how to survive...in any type of place."

"See," Conway slapped his second officer on the back, "See, Gordon, that's
just what I told you. These savages know thing we do not. They can teach
us. They will teach us."

Gordon, a younger man than Conway, with bright golden hair that reminded
Pare of someone--either Aoi or Sole, he was not sure, turned, "But can they
fight us?"

"You saw the depth of our fighting skills already," Kala nodded.




"And they are no match for us," Conway said, "Look, Kala, I want you to go
to the women, children, and old people. Tell them they will ALL be
spared. All they have to do is come here and give themselves to
us. We're...we're not monsters, we won't harm them. They are valuable to
us."

"And I understand that you wish to remain here?"

Conway looked around, "Here's as good as any we've seen in this Godforsaken
evil place."

Kala looked around, "This place?"

"No, the mainlands."  Gordon said, "Our submarine came here through some
kind of hole. We're from the year 1910, and we know not how long ago that
was, only that we have been here 2 years. 2 Years and lost about 7
men. Pretty good."

Conway balked, "7 men until today. That little rapscallion slew 8!"

Pare snickered but covered his mouth when he realized they might hear him.
Gordon said, "The mainland is too dangerous. It's no life for us. We don't
want to kill any longer, we want...to settle down. Live the good life. Find
some women, there's not many in this bloody land."

Kala nods, "I know not of the main land as you call it. I know only here."

"Lucky," Conway stated, "It's a dangerous place there."

"Where did you get the red coats?"  Kala admired them, "They are nice."

"We had a...difference of opinion on the mainland with some brethren that
came from 1776. Our own clothes were a bit ripe so we took these after we
killed them," Gordon said. "But it's not men we're after."

Kala asked, "So you want our women?"

"Some of them, yes. And your food and drink. Of course, we will grant you
some as well."  Conway drank some tea he had made.

"Our countrymen, some of them did not like that our new subs could inflict
damage to above water ships. Some damned them as unjust, unfair, and
illegal but I say it is the new wave of the future."  Gordon smiled, But
not our future."

"You talk too much, Gordon."

Kala tried the tea but sipped it only.  "I do not understand."  He reacted
badly to the tea and held it away from his lips.


"We have no more need of our submarine. We want to stay here. We realize we
will never see our home again. This is our home now. And this is the place
we want to stay. Not that hellish nightmare of a mainland," Conway states.

No need for a sub? Pare thought. It would be perfect for him. He could just
leave in it. He wandered out to the area the Polynesian--Enj--- the British
first slew came from. He followed the blood trail to the shore. There, with
only a few guards on duty, was an old submarine. From what he recalled the
sub looked like a 1911 submarine but with surface ship features including
hand holds, a flat top, a non porpoise look. It might even have been a
British D-1 which was made from 1908 to 1918, one of the first bigger
submarines. One that could hold a larger crew. At that time, Britain had
the most submarines but as Gordon had said, many felt that using them was
not fair and was not the British way. Rather they stood face to face with
the enemy and fought eye to eye, fairly. Pare realized that both ways made
sense, fighting fair and unfair. Pare struggled within himself. He did so
want to steal the ship. He wanted to search for his friends, the blond Aoi
and the darker Sole, not knowing he had their descriptions mixed up.

Pare planned. In his head. He could take out the two men on the top of the
sub, drop in the open manhole type cover, and use the men's swords to slay
anyone inside or force them, rather to take him to the mainland. He could
just leave this island forever. Not that it wasn't a nice one. It was a
paradise, weather wise. It was everything he wanted to settle down for a
life of peace. Not that he ever thought about that. He liked the
fighting. He liked saving people who were peaceful and innocent. He wanted
to continue helping others who couldn't help themselves and...he was
aroused by slaying others and the thought that maybe they could slay
him. To lay back on this island paradise would just be...well, boring. He
made a move toward the sub.

Could he do it? Of course, he could. He didn't exactly give his word to
these people, not even that indignant Dahl--who had such a nice sex and a
nice hole; or the wounded and cute Mayo, or even that Jenga. He didn't
promise them anything really. He could just leave them, most of all, they
would probably like being ruled by the British men. If the warriors could
just let themselves do it. Even if they were slain, the rest of the people
would benefit from being...slaves. That's what they would be. Slaves for
the benefit of the British. Pare saw faces of old men, old women, young
women, and children, both boys and girls. In h is head. His heady plans
evaporated. He knew, deep down, he couldn't leave. Not like this. Not leave
the people here, even if they didn't ---well, the men and boys anyway,
didn't have a value for life---he still couldn't leave them in the hands of
these selfish British dudes.

"Damn. It would be so fucking easy...for me."  Pare watched the sub with
envy, "Besides, they don't need it any more. Maybe they would just give it
to me."  Then he remembered he killed some of their buddies and the British
honor system and all that, being what it is...he moved away from the sub,
not really toward anyplace in particular. Then he shook himself and started
back for the Easter Island Statues where Dahl, Jenga, and Mayo waited for
him along with the male warriors, ages 12 to 35. He was tired. And had a
lot to think about.

"So?"  Dahl asked.


"So I want to rest," Pare laid down.

Dahl looked at him, "Did you find out anything?"

"Oh give it a ...."  Under him, Pare felt a wooden rounded spear, "Say,
what's this?"

"It is a spear," Dahl said, "You are familiar with them, I know."

"Yeah but it's...it's long!"  Pare sat up and then stood up, grabbing up
the spear. "Say, this...this is what we need....it'll allow you to kill
from20afar. You won't have to get near their swords."

"But they can just chop them..."  Jenga said.

"Sure but we have to act faster than they..."  Pare said, "We need a
surprise plan."

"I want to fight them face to face, on fair ground."

"That again!"  Pare scoffed, "If that happens, they will win. We can if you
listen to me this time."

"I will."

"Good," Pare nodded, "Only I want one thing from you when we win...if we
win...."

Dahl picked up the spear, "We will win!"

"Good! That's the spirit!"  Pare slapped him on his back.

"Tell me what it is you desire, women?"  Dahl asked with a hearty laugh.

Pare balked, "Women!????Ewwwllll! Whatever for? You know I like...well,
you..."

"Then me it is!"

"No, not that. They have a sub. I need to go to the mainland and to do
that, I need to have it."

"Yours already."

"And I might need some of your warriors to help me sail it."

"Among the warriors, anyone who wants to go with you, shall be allowed."

Jenga threw his chest out, "I among them. After all, I owe you my life."



"Me too," Mayo said from his sitting position as he recovered.

"Then here is the plan...."

The next morning, Kala was walking toward the desert. He had a spear and a
sword and he was taught how to use it. He knew the basics from Gordon. With
him was a British sailor who was sun burned and who wore a half red
coat. It was a hot day. The pair reached the plateau where the women,
children, and old folks were. Kala walked up to one woman who sat cleaning
clothing while another prepared some type of food at a kiln.  "Woman, I do
not know you...."

"Sure you do!" Pare turned around, dropped the dress and pulled off animal
hair from his head, "Hope I don't have any lice from that thang!"

"Kill him!"  The British man rushed Pare with two swords.

Kala took out a sword also! He came at Pare's back as Pare met the swords
of the British man with the sword he took from yesterday's battle!!!!

TO BE CONTINUED...